The Key

Getting late on a wet and cold winter’s night, it was a quarter to eleven We had been enjoying the festive holiday since ten past seven Deliciously baked cookies were beckoning from the oven Everyone hoped they would taste like manner from heaven I would love to rise like fresh homemade bread filled with leaven

White snow flakes were falling and quickly melting half past eleven Then someone said, “This old house is quiet” As we embraced the stillness, the snow turned to rain Moments later, so unexpectedly, another was smiling and started to explain All who heard her speak, knew that they nor she would never be the same “In a little while”, she said, a secret key will appear to unlock my unseen chains, Freeing me from anger, fear, hate, hunger, and unbelieving pains”.

Furthermore, she continued to say, “I was never meant to build my nest and hide in a tall tree I’ll never stop: I’ll never look back; I have been ordered to flee”. With gracious eyes, she looked at me, as she tightly held the key She said, “My wish is granted, and now I’m flying like a bee Dreams can come true if we keep looking on high By tomorrow, I’ll be soaring like an eagle in the sky

It will not be long before I reach my blessed destiny With this key I did rise, set free from my cruel enemy I have survived! I have arrived! No longer am I in agony!”

Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for

Mental Illness not just a topic of discussion. A subject that many distance themselves from. As if they will suffer severe repercussion. The true reality of this illness is cast down. Ignored and simply dismissed. Biological and spiritually. This illness